Lyrics I Wish Those Cats @ Phobia Would Give Me Some Free Shoes - Atmosphere
Tomorrow′s
forecast:
flurries
motherfucker
Snowman
in
full
effect
so
play
the
odd
side
'til
April
The
tapes
will
grow
so
we
can
by
posters
and
staples
I
bet
that
kid
Slug
will
bust
flows
if
you
ask
nice
It′s
Friday
night,
point
me
to
the
party
wanna
grab
mics
Used
to
get
queezy
when
it
was
time
to
rock
that
b.b.
But
nowadays
I'm
just
tryin
to
get
Musab
away
from
the
TV
'Cause
I
cant
fuck
with
the
Zenith
I′d
rather
criticize
Tuesdays
releases
With
the
elitists
at
the
Fetus
Yet
another
factory
film
is
what
we
present
Surrounding,
ditch
weed
in
a
ballpoint
no
grievance
Let′s
all
point
our
fingers
towards
the
path
we
venture
Minneapolis
native
taken
the
wrath
of
winter
bad
contender
Let
me
catch
a
lukewarm
triple
mocha
to
reach
the
speed
Of
the
graph
writer
that's
crashed
on
my
sofa
And
in
the
green
room
is
MC′s
and
in
the
kitchen
is
dirty
dishes
And
my
postion
blurry
vision
And
I'm
livin
in
a
section
where
heads
is
frozen
stiff
And
these
skinny
powder
sniffin
kids
is
posin
talkin
shit
Since
the
first
time
I
met
you
backstage
in
the
main
room
I
knew
that
I
did
not
want
to
occupy
the
same
room
I
drive
for
a
living
but
I
take
the
bus
to
work
Auditioned
for
the
roll
of
Jesus,
got
the
part
of
jerk
Armed
with
a
Walkman
and
a
fake
grin
in
a
basement
mind
state
when
I
Simply
took
a
left
at
Nicollet
Sucking
on
a
cigarette
did
some
binge
hits
before
I
left
And
now
the
nicotine
is
liftin
it
Choke
at
the
last
drag
and
flick
remains
at
the
gutter
Flip
up
the
hood
just
to
keep
the
brains
covered
I′m
trying
to
grow
a
mountain
out
of
a
foothill
I
see
people
rockin
my
t-shirt
and
I'm
still
shopping
at
Goodwill
In
a
struggle
in
a
war
zone
grew
some
extra
personality
Now
I
wont
have
to
flee
or
fight
alone
The
microphone
that′s
my
weapon
and
I'm
on
a
quest
for
heaven
Or
rent
me
some
comprehension
As
busy
as
fuck
just
gimme
a
three
hour
lead
So
I
can
reflect
maybe
rent
a
flick
and
relearn
how
to
breath
And
we
turned
out
the
sleeves
and
found
a
bunch
of
tricks
And
used
a
cleaver
to
relieve
all
these
unnecessary
limbs
Misplaced
the
gems
and
jewels
I
meant
to
give
you
To
lift
you
and
lost
my
mind
inside
the
issue
And
I'm
livin
in
a
section
where
heads
is
frozen
stiff
And
these
skinny
powder
sniffin
kids
is
posin
talkin
shit
Since
the
first
time
I
met
you
backstage
in
the
game
room
I
knew
that
I
did
not
want
to
occupy
the
same
room
I
drive
for
a
living
but
I
take
the
bus
to
work
Auditioned
for
the
roll
of
Jesus,
got
the
part
of
jerk
Armed
with
a
Walkman
and
a
fake
grin
in
a
basement
mind-state
when
I
Think
Now
I′ve
got
spies
positioned
at
various
Cheapos
around
the
city
Lots
of
people
that′s
down
with
me
'cause
the
evils
out
to
get
me
Its
easy
to
decipher
who
can
taste
me
A
lot
of
locals
used
to
hate
me
but
now
I
think
the
tolerate
me
You
could
only
hear
what
I
feel
when
my
eyes
are
shut
Mistakes
are
piling
up
excuses
they
lining
up
I′m
trying
to
fuck
reality
but
I'm
impotent
cant
get
it
up
′Cause
shes
a
duck
and
her
personality
sucks
just
my
luck
I
caught
the
wrong
bus
I
guess
I'll
get
off
at
the
crossroads
And
take
a
long
lunch
Next
month
when
I
got
my
head
right
I′ma
grab
a
lead
pipe
And
beat
some
life
into
this
dead
mic
So
let
the
tape
roll
and
extract
all
the
juices
Read
the
hate
mail
in
the
bathroom
and
place
wagers
on
the
losers
In
the
beginning
you
cant
help
but
wanna
be
innovative
But
eventually
the
opposition
leaves
you
jaded
Like
hell
no
I
don't
wanna
be
a
baller
I'm
six
foot
three
their
ain′t
no
need
for
me
to
be
any
taller
I
just
wish
those
cats
over
there
at
Fobia
would
hit
me
off
with
some
free
gear
or
somethin...
′Cause
I'm
livin
in
a
section
where
heads
is
frozen
stiff
And
these
skinny
powder
sniffin
kids
is
posin
talkin
shit
Since
the
first
time
I
met
you
backstage
in
the
game
room
I
knew
that
I
did
not
want
to
occupy
the
same
room
I
drive
for
a
living
but
I
take
the
bus
to
work
Auditioned
for
the
roll
of
Jesus,
got
the
part
of
jerk
Armed
with
a
Walkman
and
a
fake
grin
in
a
basement
mind-state
when
I
Think
of
how
simple
it
could
all
be
Oh
yeah,
Joe
said
that
uh...
I
could
come
in,
and
just
pick
some
shit
out.
That′s
cool?
All
right.
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6 @ It Again
7 The Stick Up
8 Higher Living
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16 Dubs
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